“That child is mine. And so are you,” he commanded, his viper-green eyes pinning her in place.

Grace couldn’t believe that he—Carlos Benjamin, her new CEO and eight years her junior—was the father of her unborn baby.

“You can go back to that deadbeat you call a husband, or you can come with me and have everything.”

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For the last five years of her marriage, Grace Preston, 32, believed she was broken. She couldn’t have a child, and her deadbeat husband, Charles, never let her forget it, calling her useless while she worked tirelessly to fund his failed acting career. He didn’t just break her spirit; he shattered her trust by cheating on her with her own sister.

Heartbroken, Grace fled to her office late one night, seeking solace at the bottom of a bottle. She wasn’t alone. A beautiful, blond-haired man was there, nursing his own wounds.

He never told her his name, but he offered her a night of oblivion. Fueled by whiskey and a desperate need for revenge, she gave in to her darkest desires, pulling the willing stranger into her web.

In her drunken haze, she thought, “If my husband can have his fun, then so can I.”

She never worried about protection, convinced she was barren. Until a month later, when a positive pregnancy test trembled in her hands. Grace Preston, the ‘barren’ wife, was pregnant.

In a single night, the stranger gave her what Charles couldn’t in five years.
Now Carlos has made his claim, pulling her into a world of immense power and lethal secrets. Will Grace escape her toxic marriage only to be trapped in this captivating young billionaire’s golden cage? Or is trading one prison for another a mistake that will cost her more than just her heart?


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I couldn't stop myself from laughing softly. "Cheesy as always."


Carlos's mouth curved upward when he witnessed my smile. I could see something shift in his expression, as if he was contemplating how to keep me in this lighter mood.


'As expected, Grace is much more beautiful when she is relaxed and happy. What should I do to keep her in a good mood all the time?' He wondered.


I shifted my attention back to the fading light and whispered, "This sunset is beautiful." Then I added, "But aren't we pretty far from Los Angeles?"


Carlos chuckled quietly. "Well, we've been on the road for quite a while. We're actually nearer to San Francisco than Los Angeles now."


"That long?" I felt genuinely shocked. I'd assumed we'd only driven for a short time, maybe less. But perhaps I'd been so consumed by my grief that I hadn't noticed how much time had passed while I wallowed.


Chapter 52 - Chapter 52 My Sister Is Unhinged